Not my finest day. A series of mistakes were made this week. I got a massage on Wed, and then proceeded to go hiking around Dixie Rock until 11 at night; I didn't bring enough food to eat during the day, I psyched myself out because it was super windy and hot, and as a result, I only got 4:50. It's pretty close to my PR, but when I finished the race, I knew that I could've hopped right back on the track and done it again.
Even though it's frusturating to end up running a slow race, I've decided that it doesn't really matter how bad of a race you have. What matters is if you let that bad race haunt you for the rest of the season. If you know that you can do better than your worst, don't sweat it. Get back up, try again, and blow that time out of the water.
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